Poem of the week

It starts with a stamp
In the corner of a letter
I’d travel across the world
To make a friend feel better.

Now I’m in the dark
And it’s hard to see
Hopefully someone
Comes to collect me.

It’s now five thirty
And someone is coming
Soon I’m in a sack
And an engine is running.

I’m now in an office
And being thrown around
Oh look I’m in a pile
That’s Termon Feichin bound.